The Art of the Great Sword

The Dark Supreme had no choice.

In Fang Qingyang's small world, he found that it was completely different from the small world he understood.

This place was like a real big world, and even had its own heavenly way.

Staying in such a space, Fang Qingyang could easily control their life and death.

If Fang Qingyang had the idea of ​​killing him, he would definitely die in his hands.

Rather than letting Fang Qingyang kill him, it would be better to surrender to Fang Qingyang directly.

The soul mark of the Dark Supreme floated in the air.

Fang Qingyang did not show up, but he knew that Fang Qingyang should know everything in this small world.

In fact, this was exactly the case. Fang Qingyang looked at the soul mark handed over by the Dark Supreme, and he couldn't figure out whether directly controlling the other party's soul mark would control the other party's life and death.

He did not take the soul mark.

While he was hesitating, the Dark Supreme's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

He had lost his physical body, and now only this remnant soul was left.

If this remnant soul also died in Fang Qingyang's hands, then he would be completely destroyed.

Now that he had taken the initiative to hand over the soul mark, Fang Qingyang actually ignored it. What exactly was he going to do?

"The soul mark is not trustworthy."

When the Dark Supreme was thinking about what Fang Qingyang was thinking, Fang Qingyang's voice reached his ears.

Hearing this, the Dark Supreme was about to collapse.

"In this world, if even the soul mark is not trustworthy, then there is nothing in this world that can be trusted."

"Unless I am determined to die, otherwise, you can use this mark to make me do anything!"

The Dark Supreme is now also desperate.

After living for so many years, he finally raised his cultivation to the Great Emperor Realm, but he was provoked by the ants in the Eternal Night World, which almost led to his destruction.

Now he has finally recovered and met Fang Qingyang again.

Compared to the last time he encountered the ants in the Eternal Night World, the sense of crisis brought to him by Fang Qingyang, the ant, was even stronger.

If his soul died this time, it would be worse than death.

"You are so afraid of death!"

Chen Yuan, who was standing by, heard the words of the Dark Supreme, and a hint of mockery appeared on her face.

She had burned her soul just to bring a devastating threat to the Dark Supreme.

But when her power collided with the power of the Dark Supreme, she was in a position of being completely crushed.

And now, when the Dark Supreme faced Fang Qingyang, he actually knelt so straightforwardly!

"We practice, aren't we just to gain an eternal life?"

"Now that I am facing the threat of death, all I can do is beg for mercy to save my life."

"For this, I am willing to give everything I have!"

The Dark Supreme is now very frank.

There is no way, he originally thought that after entering Fang Qingyang's small world, he could survive in this small world.

But after arriving in this small world, he found that he had cut off the last hope of escape.

He thought that when he was in the dark space before, as long as he was ruthless enough and burned most of his soul power, he could survive.

However, now, facing Fang Qingyang's attack, the power he showed now did not play any role!

Fang Qingyang saw that there was no problem with the soul mark handed over by the Dark Supreme, so he immediately accepted the soul mark.

A strong man at the peak of the quasi-emperor realm, if he fully recovers, is very likely to be a great emperor.

He will definitely face the Hun Tian Great World in the future. With the Dark Supreme, a strong man from the One-horned Demon Clan, following him, he will definitely be able to understand everything about the Hun Tian Great World as soon as possible.

Seeing Fang Qingyang give his mark to his men, the Dark Supreme finally let go of his hanging heart.

He let out a long breath and said, "Greetings, Master!"

He bowed to the sky. Although he didn't know where Fang Qingyang was, this kneeling gesture was also a greeting to Fang Qingyang.

Fang Qingyang saw this and said, "There's no need for these false etiquettes."

"Let me ask you, is it possible to take away the dark space!"

The Dark Supreme was about to answer, but Chen Yuan said, "That was my former small world!"

She knew where she was before.

She lived in a crescent-shaped scimitar and was driven by the strange power in the dark space.

Now that she has recovered her true memory, she sadly discovered that her small world has been changed into a dark space.

That small world once carried her entire sect and was the last retreat she arranged for the sect's cultivators. But before she could strip her small world away, her small world was directly stripped away by someone, causing her and her Taoism to be cut off!

Now when she heard Fang Qingyang mention the dark space, she only had endless grief.

Fang Qingyang saw that Chen Yuan was in a bad mood, and he didn't know what to say.

"You can take back your little world."

Finally, Fang Qingyang gave Chen Yuan a plan.

The dark space didn't have much effect on Fang Qingyang.

And with the collapse of the altar, the sun appeared in the dark space and began to dispel the darkness.

Fang Qingyang found that the dark space had been changed to be more like the habitat of the demons, and was not very suitable for the human race.

In addition, Chen Yuan was now in her own small world, so there was no problem in returning the dark space to her.

Chen Yuan fell into a long silence when she heard this.

Seeing that Chen Yuan did not say anything, Fang Qingyang said again: "Do you want your small world?"

"That small world has been changed by the demons, and I don't know if it can be changed back to its original appearance."

At this point, she said bitterly: "What's more, I am a dying person, what effect can I have if I take back my small world?"

Fang Qingyang heard this and said: "You are in my small world, I won't let you die, you definitely can't die."

"You just burned some of your soul, I have a spiritual medicine to treat soul injuries, you can take some first!"

That was the reincarnation-level Concentrating Spirit Grass that he had just spawned to treat soul injuries.

The reincarnation elixir may not be able to heal Chen Yuan's injuries immediately, but it should be able to keep her alive and prevent her from dying.

Moreover, the spirits of these special spirits have also mutated, and the problem of their limited lifespans does not seem to exist for them.

Hearing Fang Qingyang's words, Chen Yuan asked, "Why are you helping me?"